If you sat at a shore and saw a dolphin jump out of the water then you would marvel at the sight you have just witnessed. And you would wait for the dolphins to jump out again. But for how long would that amaze you? Not for long I fear. In economics that is called the Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility!! Ha Ha!! I just remembered economics in the middle of a philosophical tale. But then, economics is based on human behaviour.
But would the same stand true for a rainbow? Well, I believe rainbows have some cosmic/divine energy about them and hence the theory wouldnt stand true.
He was happy with his lonely shore I guess. Maybe some nights he would cry out in anguish at the lake, and the winds, and the rocks, and at himself. But then all of us are entitled to moments of such insanity. One night, he finds an empty bottle, and he decides to test out the waters, and writes a letter and throws it back into the lake. A fool's hope is all you have, when you do actions beyond your own comprehension. He wouldnt admit it, but hope never dies, even if everything else dies.
And lo presto, the next morning he wakes up to a thundering sound. Ships!!!! Humans coming back to the deserted island!!!! Things unheard of!!! All the animals had gathered near the shore, watching another herd of animals disembark the ship. And what might they be doing here.
He knows those faces, oh yes he does.
They look back at astonishment. And they are all smiling at him - the one that was left behind. Why are they here?? He watches them setting up a camp near the shore. "My shore!!"
Slowly he turns away, and decides to move a bit further from this camp. His part of the shore isnt far away. A rock circle, with turtles playing in the shallow waters, and unfinished sand castles await him. Just then, a gentle voice calls out him name from behind. He turns back to see a familiar face, and an even more familiar glass bottle.
"You sent this last night."
Well, ummmm! He wasnt expecting an answer to the letter, was he?
She continued - "This is not a lake you know, its an ocean, a very vast ocean, and beyond this ocean lie great things, marvellous cities, and a whole new world."
They walked towards his home - the hollow stone circle. How was he to say that he made a statue of her last night, but demolished it in his rage, because he thought it didnt look pretty. The pieces of the statue looked pretty to him though!! How ironic!!
"Why are all these people here?"
"They have come to build an observation post here."
"WWWHAAATTTT!!!"
"Why dont you come with us, across the oceans, and you would love it there, everyone does!!"
"Ummmm! This is my home! I love it here."
"Then why the letter??"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do, you don't wanna be here, come with us."
"Noooo! I dont belong there......, besides, I love it here."
She said no further, and walked back to the camp. He stood there, watching the sun go down. It hadnt set yet. There was this cliff nearby, and he quickly made his way up there, and the wind blew on his face, and in his head the song - Across The Stars was playing. A signboard nearby read - On your own? And now he could also see smoke coming from the direction of the camp. They have taken everything dear to me, and now of all things, this place too.......
But would the same stand true for a rainbow? Well, I believe rainbows have some cosmic/divine energy about them and hence the theory wouldnt stand true.
He was happy with his lonely shore I guess. Maybe some nights he would cry out in anguish at the lake, and the winds, and the rocks, and at himself. But then all of us are entitled to moments of such insanity. One night, he finds an empty bottle, and he decides to test out the waters, and writes a letter and throws it back into the lake. A fool's hope is all you have, when you do actions beyond your own comprehension. He wouldnt admit it, but hope never dies, even if everything else dies.
And lo presto, the next morning he wakes up to a thundering sound. Ships!!!! Humans coming back to the deserted island!!!! Things unheard of!!! All the animals had gathered near the shore, watching another herd of animals disembark the ship. And what might they be doing here.
He knows those faces, oh yes he does.
They look back at astonishment. And they are all smiling at him - the one that was left behind. Why are they here?? He watches them setting up a camp near the shore. "My shore!!"
Slowly he turns away, and decides to move a bit further from this camp. His part of the shore isnt far away. A rock circle, with turtles playing in the shallow waters, and unfinished sand castles await him. Just then, a gentle voice calls out him name from behind. He turns back to see a familiar face, and an even more familiar glass bottle.
"You sent this last night."
Well, ummmm! He wasnt expecting an answer to the letter, was he?
She continued - "This is not a lake you know, its an ocean, a very vast ocean, and beyond this ocean lie great things, marvellous cities, and a whole new world."
They walked towards his home - the hollow stone circle. How was he to say that he made a statue of her last night, but demolished it in his rage, because he thought it didnt look pretty. The pieces of the statue looked pretty to him though!! How ironic!!
"Why are all these people here?"
"They have come to build an observation post here."
"WWWHAAATTTT!!!"
"Why dont you come with us, across the oceans, and you would love it there, everyone does!!"
"Ummmm! This is my home! I love it here."
"Then why the letter??"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do, you don't wanna be here, come with us."
"Noooo! I dont belong there......, besides, I love it here."
She said no further, and walked back to the camp. He stood there, watching the sun go down. It hadnt set yet. There was this cliff nearby, and he quickly made his way up there, and the wind blew on his face, and in his head the song - Across The Stars was playing. A signboard nearby read - On your own? And now he could also see smoke coming from the direction of the camp. They have taken everything dear to me, and now of all things, this place too.......
You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why
---keane---
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